Mending Old Wounds

I kinda liked it.

Tuesday July 6th

Kirishima's POV

Katsuki and I were scrolling through our phones, waiting for the elevator, when the doors opened on our floor.

"I am not going to RG about this. What would I even tell her?" Izuku was waving his hands around while he practically hissed at Todoroki, who was leaning against the elevator wall, facing forward, arms crossed, stoic as ever.

"Good morning, Kirishima. Bakugou," Todoroki had a way of smiling with his eyes, that didn't quite reach the rest of his face.

"Ack!" Izuku stepped to the side to let us in the elevator. "Sorry! Morning!"

"Hey, guys!"

Katsuki grunted without looking up from his phone, it was the best greeting they were going to get from him. He had an airpod in one ear watching video coverage of a villain fight that went down in Beijing over the weekend.

"Tell her it was an accident. It's the truth," Todoroki shrugged.

"No. If she asks me any specific questions, I'll have to tell her exactly what happened, and I am absolutely not going to do that. They're not even that bad, it'll be fine."

I wasn't sure what was going on, but Izuku refusing to see Recovery Girl after what happened during training the night before, was not sitting right with me. "What are you guys talking about?" I asked without thinking.

"Izuku, what-" Todoroki tried to cancel out my question, but Izuku was already answering.

"Shoto accidently burned me while we were having sex." Todoroki facepalmed and Izuku completely froze.

"He did what?!" and just like that, Katsuki's video was completely forgotten.

"He lost control of his quirk and accidently burned me." Izuku gritted out, then covered his face with both of his hands and groaned, "Can you please stop asking me questions?! And can we please, not talk about this?! They don't even hurt!"

"They?! He burned you multiple times?!"

The small space erupted with everyone speaking at once.

"Yes! Technically."

"He is standing right here!"

"Katsuki, chill dude!" I grabbed his arm recognizing an impending fight when I saw one.

"Stop making a big deal out of this!"

"It's none of your concern."

"Fuck that!" Katsuki ripped his arm out of my hand. "Let me see. I'll decide for myself if it's a big deal."

"What?! No!"

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to the common room where a few too many faces were staring at the chaos. Making an executive decision, I hardened my hands and grabbed Katsuki's and Izuku's wrists and drug them both out past the living area and around the corner in an attempt to get away from prying eyes and curious ears.

"What the hell, Shitty Hair?! Let go!" Katsuki started popping off small explosions.

"What are you doing? Where are we going? We're gonna be late for class." Izuku was half-heartedly trying to pry my fingers from his wrist.